I stare at a reflection, a reflection of what's supposed to be me, but it's distorted and looks almost scary. It stares at me with an awful glare, smiling. I hadn't noticed before, but I'm crying. My reflection reaches its hand toward me through the glass as I try to back away, but I know it's inevitable when it grabs my wrist and pulls me through the glass. I try to scream but nothing other than a weep comes out. Soon I see another figure holding my wrist. I don't recognize it at first but then I start to see its cute freckles and innocent eyes.
"Liam?" I tried to speak, but only a whisper could be heard.
The creature looked at me as it started to cry. For a moment I just sit and stare at it but soon enough I reach out at it, but as soon as I lift my hand from the ground, I notice what seems to be black liquid seeping through my veins. Once I notice it, everything around me goes black.
Beep Beep Beep
I jerk up out of bed and glare at my alarm clock.
"5:30? I thought I would be able to sleep in just a little today, but I guess mother had other ideas.
I get up and go to the bathroom before my mother and brother. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I remember my dream and start to tear up. I undress and hop into the shower before I break down into a fit. As I wash my hair I start to think about how today will play out. What faction will I be tested for and why? Will I be chosen for Candor and have to stay with my mother? Will I be chosen for another faction and leave my brother behind? Will I not care about the results and leave Candor anyway? I hadn't realized how long I had been in the shower until I feel the water turn freezing cold.
'Shoot! Mom is going to get mad if her shower is cold.'
I quickly get out of the shower and start brushing my hair as I see the door of the bathroom open slowly. As if from habit, I wrap my towel around me before my young brother walks through, seeming tired from waking up so early. He comes toward me and hugs my waist before trudging back out.
"Mom is downstairs; she says that she will make breakfast today." I hear him call out before I hear my bedroom door shut.
I stare toward where Liam walked out in amazement. No way, Mom is making breakfast? Maybe to poison me or Liam, but to be nice?
I push aside the thought and go to my drawer, looking through my clothes. I see the same two colors of everything else in this faction, black and white. I always thought it was funny that all of our clothes are black and white. I understand why because they teach it to us every year even though we really don't need it. "We see the truth as black and white" they always say, so that's all we wear. Personally, I see the reason why people lie. People lie because they either don't want to get into trouble, don't want other people to get into trouble, or not to hurt others' feelings, but yet my faction believes hurting others' feelings with the cold, hard truth is much better than that. Sure, we are honest, so we are always trustworthy to others, but that doesn't change the fact that we are just plain rude. I internally slap myself as I dress myself. I swear I say what I will about my faction, but I speak exactly how everyone else does. I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I'm wearing a black dress that goes down to just above the knee with a snow white cardigan over it. My black flats pop out compared to my white lace tights. I admire my reflection for just a minute longer before I hear my mother walk into my room.
"Ah, are you done, love?" She spoke softly, looking me up and down in her non-approving way.
"Yes Ma'am" I watched her through my mirror spitefully as she placed her hand on my shoulder, preventing me from walking away.
"Are you sure you want to go to Choosing Day? I mean, if you'll choose Candor anyway, what's the point of going?" Her sly smile started to creep upon her face as I glared at her.
